Anarchy [Joker/ O.C. Fan Fiction] On Hold

Chapter 7) The Not So Funny Joke...

Laurel's Pov

As we walk up the steps of an apartment, I try to process all of what Harley had told me.

"So your ex-fling, who is an hired assassin, is trying to kill you? Why?"

"Something about I almost got him killed on the last mission. Who knows?"

She reaches up and right on the top of the door frame she pulls down a key.

Who's place is this anyway?

She opens the door and we both walk inside of the damp feeling apartment. "Oakie you home?" She calls out.

"Who's Oakie?" I ask out loud.

"Just a friend. Oakie?" She calls out again as she walks deeper inside of the apartment.

I soon notice that the so called rugs started to feel mushy under my feet.

"Harl-" I feel something wrap around my neck and gasp as it starts to squeeze.

"Oakie!" I look over and Harley was hugging some red haired woman with vines covering her lady parts.

"Harley, what are you doing here? Weren't you in blackgate?"

"I got out on good behavior."

While those two were shooting the breeze I was slowly getting my life choked out of me!

"Harl..." I feel my eyes roll in the back of my head.

"Oh, Oaki-"

"Ivy."

"Potato, tomato. Anyways my friend and I need a place to hide out."

The thing around my neck keeps getting tighter and I start to feel my pulse slow down.

"Oh my babies are restless. Let her go." The wild woman says to some funny looking plant.

It unraveled from my neck and I suck in a lung full of air.

I stare at the ceiling and my last thought was how I'd rather be in the cage again.

That's when I black out...

"She is kinda pretty."

"Yeah, if yah like tha mysterious beauty type. But he's mine and I won't give him to tha likes of her."

"Harley, you need to dump that clown loser already. Didn't you say you had a think for Deadshot?"

"Yeah, but he doesn't have tha charm like my Puddin' yah know."

I wake up and I feel something soft under me.

I get up slowly and notice I'm on the couch.

I hear Harley and her friend talking in the distance and I rub my neck.

It feels tender to the touch.

"That's going to bruise." My voice sounds a little rough but what can you do when your windpipe was close to being crushed like a bendy straw.

Harley and the woman came back into the room.

"Oh you're alive. See Oakie she didn't kick the bucket."

"Ivy, and I'm glad to see my baby didn't kill you as intended."

"Yeah, who are you?" I ask as I try not to raise my voice.

"Poison Ivy. But only my close friends call me Pamela."

"Or Oakie." Harley chimes in as she sits beside me.

Pamela rolls her eyes and walks off picking up what looks like a watering can on her way down the hall.

"Ivy said we can stay herea for a little while. I mean Mistah J's joke didn't go as plan and I'm surea he's pretty mad at meh."